[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

Gin has been getting spam for a month straight.

It's spam, but it's nothing more than some boring content such as homely chattering when the weather is cold, the weather is hot, the sky is snowing, the hair grows, the hair is shortened, and the hat is washed.

"Internet permissions have been modified, how did she (Junmai) contact you?"

"Don't forget that she is a top hacker." He replied calmly.

On the surface of Gin, he deleted the emails one by one with a little irritability, but he was very calm in his heart. Among the countless spam emails from the former single malt whiskey, he suddenly stopped.

[Gin, I’m sorry, I want to tell you the truth, I’m actually an undercover agent from the police... Don’t hit me—Junmai] The light spots flowing in the dark green pupils condensed like a winter river.

...

Ekota Town, on the side of the street, ice flowers are condensing on the window.

The man wearing a knitted hat pressed another knitted hat of the same style on the head of the curly-haired girl next to him: "This way the head won't hurt."

"I'll sweat," the curly-haired girl agreed, but still accepted the gift. "Thanks anyway, Black Cat."

"Hmph, stupid cat." The man in the knitted hat curled his lips.

The curly-haired girl glared at him: "..."

... My code name is obviously Gouzi!

He stared back with a smile in his eyes: "..."

... Who told you not to call me by my name but by my code name.

She continued to stare: "..."

... You didn't call me by my name before, and you used to "chunmai" and "chunmai" every day.

The man in the knitted hat laughed, reached out and touched her head wearing the knitted hat, and said softly, "Be careful."

...

In a black Porsche.

Vodka coughed a few times and opened the car window to let out the strong smell of smoke.

Gin was unaware of the second-hand smoke he made, and turned on the computer with a cigarette in his mouth.

Today's spam arrived on time again.

[Gin, other than that, I’m still the Fourteenth Biscuit, I’m so sorry... If it’s convenient, I’ll see you on the rooftop at ten o’clock tonight—Junmai] Enemy, the Fourteenth Biscuit?

"Humph."

His sneer fell into dead silence like a stone.

...

On a quiet night, only an unknown crow chirped loudly on the roof.

One sound pierces the dead silence of the night sky.

The cold wind was raging on the rooftop, and the silver-haired man in a black coat was sitting by the railing, breathing out smoke, with the other hand in his arms.

[Brother, I'll keep watch downstairs, and I promise to keep her coming and going! ——Vodka] He glanced at the phone, took off the gloves on his hand, and typed: [Chianti and Cohen? 】【That goes without saying, just wait for the order——Chianti】

[Already found it.spy.Click - Cohen]

The weather was a little cold, and his exposed hands were a little stiff, so he put on the black gloves again.

Exhale a puff of smoke, the white mist formed by the heat in the air and the white smoke formed by burning tobacco are mixed together.

There is such a rumor that is not a rumor in the organization: "When the organization was at its peak, Gin was not needed for missions, and you could fight alone with just a whiskey, but now that the whiskey is gone, even extortion. Extortion. Extortion. This kind of small task has to be done by Gin himself."

"Huh", he thought of this rumor and snorted coldly.

Whiskey is to die for.

So what if he is the only one left?

A gust of wind passed, and Gin gathered the collar of his coat.

"Gin, I'm sorry for being late." An embarrassed voice suddenly came from behind him, "There is a traffic jam on the road."

...so you should buy a helicopter! (dog weeps)

He put his hand on Bob.rai.Tower, slowly turned around.

The curly-haired girl in the knitted hat was facing him, her description remained the same, except that there was an extra knitted hat on the curly hair.

But it was such a small change that made Gin, which was originally calm and cold as a dead lake, frown, like a stone falling into a dead lake, with ripples of hatred in layers.

Bo.rai.The tower is up.He lifted the chamber.gun.Aim at her, a sound has been silenced.gun.muffled sound.

Caught off guard, a feathery hug gently fell into his arms, and then that she quietly spread her wings and jumped down from the rooftop.

His heart was beating fast, surrounded by a sea of ​​feathers.

Reached into his coat pocket.

A piece of Lindt chocolate, still with body temperature.

A letter: [I will act tomorrow, protect myself, gin—pure malt]...

Fujima Satoshi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Fortunately, there is Dr. Ali's improved parachute."

Akai tugged at her ear with his hands: "It's really unnecessary."

The tone was quite dissatisfied.

There was a sour feeling in his heart.

There was no need for this meeting with Gin, let alone that nonsensical hug!

She was blowing into the palms of her almost frozen hands with a "huhu", she laughed twice, but did not answer.

It is one thing to have a different stand, but it is another to repay a favor.

"Is it cold?" he asked.

"Cold." There was a trill in her voice.

"Don't you know how to find a heater yourself?" He pointed.

"Stove? Where?" She raised her head and looked around.

Akai couldn't stand this little curly who was too honest, hugged her tightly, and looked down at her: "Keep playing stupid."

Fujima Tomo felt wronged: "No..."

She is really looking for a stove and a baby warmer!

Before he finished speaking, a kiss that was hotter than a hug fell, entangled between his lips and tongue.

On a cold winter night, the exhaled white air is intertwined.

A little ruthless, but restrained and careful.

Or, there shouldn't be any "last time" flag set up at that time.

"...be more reserved." She stretched out her hand to touch her slightly hot and swollen lips, and said angrily.

"The black cat (Katze) and the dog (Hund) both live together," he stated with a smile.

...how reserved.

The newest member of the zoo organization, the workaholic Benjamin, code-named Gouzi (Hund), nicknamed Little Curly, put on a serious face: "Be serious, we have to act."

...

The single malt whiskey of the piano group in the past, from a waste who knows nothing, was trained by gin and many instructors to become a decathlete, even if she was found to be an undercover agent (no matter where the undercover agent is, in short, the undercover agent is right Yes, Gin Cries.jpg), her influence is still spreading in every corner of the organization.

Fireproof prepared from pure wheat.The wall, although abandoned the day after her identity was revealed, has been lurking in the fire protection for several years.wood in the wall.The horse has already infiltrated every machine and every monitoring system silently.

The operation against the organization's headquarters in Japan is ready to close the net.

Back at the police station, in front of the crowded machines, the single malt whiskey sat down in front of the podium, without a trace of emotion on her face.

She took a deep breath and started the actual combat exercise of her last systematic learning project "Command".

[Kiel, go out through door C, I have cracked the password. 】

【receive. 】

[Hiro, take your time, from the monitoring system, the security force on your side is very strong. 】【good. 】

【Bourbon you...】

【Xiaozhi. 】

[...Oh, Toto!Thorough!You exit the scene, I'm going to activate the cooling system.Thorough! 】【Curaçao, step back a little. 】

Take care of several battlefields at the same time, eyes go back and forth between several screens, and keep passing through the implanted wood.Fujima Satoshi, who was operating various systems, frowned.

Akai walked to her side: "Open your mouth."

She was obedient, and put the fruit candy into her mouth obediently. While the sweet taste spread, her gradually tired spirit slowly recovered.

【Are you okay? 】Zhu Fu Jingguang's worried voice came from the walkie-talkie. The battle had lasted for eight hours, and he was afraid that her spirit would not catch up.

She gave a firm answer, and said to everyone: [Your commander is a superman, the one who keeps charging and using it all the time, so please don't worry! ] Shuichi Akai looked at the red blood in her clear and distinct eyes and her slightly tired expression, closed her eyes, felt a faint pain in her heart, stretched out her hand to touch her head wearing a knitted hat, and returned to her position, continue to fight.

When it was Kazami Yuya's turn, the once calm and stable single malt whiskey couldn't help but shouted: [Kazemi, Japan is my airspace, just let them fly around! ! ! 】It was quiet for a second.

She said embarrassedly: [Sorry for a headache, I mean, the airspace and route I bought for my helicopter can reach every corner of Japan...]

The author has something to say:

Everyone: Xiaozhi, you occupy it.Japan's ambitions exposed...

Xiaozhi: I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

The next chapter will give Gin a happy ending, as well as the century duel with Kaito Kidd.

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